Shanks gently turns his little baby’s arm this way and that,
feeling the heavy burning weight of Mihawk’s gaze beside him, but the letters
never change. His little Gully’s soulmate is his captain’s child and his
captain’s child clearly lives, shall always be alive as long as those little
black letters are imprinted upon Riskua’s wrist.
Shanks has no idea where the child is, but it looks like he’ll
be keeping an eye out now.
Because captain’s child or not, Shanks has to make sure the
brat is good enough for his little redheaded princess.